In The World Of Gods

Three days later.

At night.

"hu hu!"

"Sword Art proficiency is 399 points, which is not too close."

Chen Li gasped violently and looked at the game panel. He turned it off quickly, picked up a towel and wiped his sweat casually, and filled himself with salt for nothing.

At this moment, his body is red, steamy, and his muscles are beating. A lot of sweat drips on the ground like a spring. The black mud in the living room has become sticky and greasy under the sweat soaking, just like The mud is average.

If you change to an ordinary person, you will slip to the ground if you don’t pay attention.

But for Chen Li, whose muscles all over his body, including the soles of the feet, have been finely controlled, no matter what the ground is, it is flat and unaffected.

The Sword Art he is practicing now is completely different from at first. Except for the surface frame, it looks similar. However, the stuffing inside is already extraordinary and refined, and it’s meticulously detailed. .

Even if the original author came over, he would be dumbfounded after seeing it, more like a super-evolved version.

Every time you practice, Chen Li exhausts all his energy.

And the failure rate is extremely high.

Any error in muscle power, any negligence of details, any relaxation of spirit, even if Sword Art is completely practiced once, it will not improve the slightest proficiency.

The more Sword Art goes to the back, the more difficult it is to improve your proficiency, and the requirements are getting more and more stringent. There is no room for error.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Li is practicing swordsmanship every morning and evening. If he is in good condition, he can improve ten levels of proficiency a day. If the condition is not good, he may not even have five levels of proficiency. .

"I should be able to break through today, I don't know what surprises there will be!" He expertly massaged his body muscles to relieve fatigue, and said inwardly.

There is a faint expectation.

The biggest advantage of practicing swords is that he has a strong body.

Strong power, super fast reaction speed and maneuvering speed when escaping.

As for using it to fight Immortal Cultivator, he never thought about it.

Fighting with people, his tactical selection priority is like this.

The highest priority is undoubtedly'Spiritual Power Finger Snap'.

Because it is almost instantaneous, the reaction speed is extremely fast, when you encounter an enemy, you don't have to think about it, just send it over.

Of course, if you don’t have one shot, you can make a few more shots, more than a dozen shots...

Secondly, Magical Artifact.

If the Spiritual Power Finger Snap is not working, then Magical Artifact is needed.

But when the Magical Artifact needs to be used, it is actually in a very dangerous situation, life hanging by a thread.

As for Sword Art, it was the last struggle before dying, and it might even be dead before it was used.

……

I took a break for about ten minutes.

He raised the sword and stood up:

"Do it again, I hope it will be successful once."

Soon, there was a rustling noise in the air, occasionally Mixed with a sharp scream that pierced the air with a sword, the inner Qi flow in the room was slightly agitated, and the clay pots on the table buzzed slightly.

At this moment, Chen Li seemed to suddenly break through a certain level, and he was in a trance.

Vaguely, the contours of the whole body's muscles are mapped into my mind.

At first, this kind of mapping still seems to be something like nothing, faintly discernible, extremely fuzzy, and soon it gradually becomes clear.

Every time the body exerts strength and every muscle movement, he'sees' it clearly.

At this moment, he is like a bystander, watching all this calmly, but his body still continues to practice as if instinct, his movements are still meticulous, and even become smoother and more natural, as if the muscles have been lubricated. generally.

Until his mind gradually dried up, he suddenly woke up and broke free from the wonderful state just now. At the same time, the mapping of the previous muscle contours also faded in his mind, leaving only that A faintly discernable sense.

"Uh...whisper!"

"It hurts!"

Chen Li feels a splitting headache, and his mind seems to be drained.

No, it's either as if it's drained.

He held his head, and after a full half a minute, he slowly came over, and his thinking gradually recovered.

"The feeling just now...is it inward vision?" Chen Li rubbed his temples, endured a headache, and said inwardly.

As an Immortal Cultivator, practicing Longevity Technique every day, he is naturally able to see inwardly.

It’s just that this internal vision is very limited. You can only'see' the meridian path of the cultivation technique and the surrounding areas. As for other areas such as muscles and internal organs, you can't see it at all.

didn't expect to do this in Sword Art practice.

He opens the attribute panel.

Sure enough!

The Sword Art of the game panel has changed from "Master: 399/400" to "Expert: 0/800".

"en?"

At this moment, he was suddenly surprised.

"Lifespan has become 41/99 years old, lifespan has grown by one year?"

Chen Li blinked his eyes, and his heart began to beat violently.

"What's going on? It can grow lifespan!" His face was puzzled with surprise.

Daily practicing Longevity Technique lifespan has not increased, but practicing swords has increased.

"Can this kind of Sword Art still be called ordinary Sword Art now?"

……

Second day, Chen Li rarely fell asleep Sleep.

It's almost early morning when I get up.

He simply gave himself a day off.

With a relaxed and happy smile on his face, he moved a chair and sat in front of the gate, blowing the fresh and fresh green air in the morning mixed with the smell of urine, and drank a mouthful of boiled water.

"Fellow Daoist, it's so elegant!"

Lin Gui next door sent away a sneaky loose cultivator who came to ask for medicine, and walked away with thick dark circles Come over.

In the past few days, his business has gradually opened up, and now he has repeat customers.

"Did you practice medicine pill all night yesterday?" Chen Li asked with a smile.

When it comes to diligence, Chen Li can only bow down to the wind compared to Lin Gui.

Although he is diligent, he still has a guaranteed rest time. He occasionally goes out in the wild to carry out some beneficial and dangerous hunting activities.

As for Lin Gui, he is absolutely desperate.

In the past few days, when Chen Li was cultivating during the day, he was working hard on pill concocting. When he was about to fall asleep, he was still working hard on pill concocting, and when he got up the second day, he was still working hard on pill concocting.

Chen Li can't figure out this kind of desperate spirit. Why do you make so much money?

"Ai, when you first came to the expensive land, you must open up the situation as soon as possible. It is inevitable that you will have to work harder, and it will be better in the future. Fortunately, I have Ascending Immortal Pill. Staying up for a few days and nights won't get in the way at all."

Lin Gui finished with a smug expression, as if he was afraid that someone would be worried, and then cried out again:

"Ai , Don’t look at how much I practiced in the past few days, but I gave it away for nothing, and I did business at a loss. I haven’t seen many repeat customers until now."

Chen Li was speechless. I still couldn’t help but kindly mention: "If you don’t eat or drink like this, you don’t stop day and night, will your body be in trouble?"

"Ai, you don’t understand this, my Ascending Immortal Pill Even though it is a mixed pill, it is not graded, but after years of repeated improvements and constant increase and decrease of medicine ingredient, this pill has already had the effect of bigu pill, plus the original effect of rejuvenating energy, sleeping and eating are good For me, it is no longer necessary. Do you think my ruddy face looks like something has happened?" Lin Gui lightly stroked his long beard, and said proudly.

Chen Li opened his mouth: "..."

Damn.

Good words are hard to persuade damn ghosts.

Eat, eat, sooner or later.